Badlands, retrospective.
And by retrospective, I mean it happened a while ago. I like maps. I had spent hours visually analyzing the selection of westward route choices — freeway? state highway? around the cities or through? risk? reward? I left Maine in the morning. I climbed the Poconos/Adirondacks/Appalachians (and feel free to let me know which mountains...
Midsummer Blues
I realize this is an uncommon sentiment, as more often than not we hear about midwinter blues, a yearning for the warmth and longer days of summer sun. But it’s July, almost August, and I have had three months of perfect weather, daily summer lightning storms, swimming, hiking, splashing, frolicking, and general states of relative...
Fenestration
Upon receiving news and idle chit-chat from friends back home (or back in their homes), I had the curious sensation of Rapunzel. Trapped in her tower, watching the world go by, letting her hair down at measured intervals, hoping a passing prince would grab on and come to her rescue. Yes, I realize that is...
From the mouth
Best and worst part of being a ski bum: Bests: I feel like there is a lot of hustle and bustle in America that just doesn’t seem to apply to me here directly. Sure, lots of Americanisms do indirectly affect everyone living in USA. However, I don’t really feel the hustle and bustle. Life here...
Millenial Nomads: Did we peak in college?
I am the proud product of the upper-middle class East Coast academic liberal elite. I have no shame in admitting this. I don’t take my parents’ credit cards for granted, I pay my own way (except, of course, for my thank-you-Obamacare health insurance), and I know the value of a dollar. It is very low,...
How We Got Here, Take 1
I graduated from college in the spring of 2009. That fall, that is to say, the previous fall, the fall of 2008, was the infamous Great Collapse of the Economy and Dashing of All Our Hopes and Dreams. Now, I went to one of those fancy east coast private ivy-on-the-walls type schools, so it is...
Beginnings
I came to Colorado the first time to get over a boy (and I say “boy” intentionally). True story: I know it’s lame, but it had been a few months since graduation, I was living at home, and caught up in a romance of passion with a flaky young gent who was, at the time...
